Grandma’s dish
Her favorite dish
Now lies dormant on the table
She kept it full and colorful
And wrote Love across the label

Skittles, she said
Was her treat of choice
For she always admired the rainbow
Each flavor
Full of life
Leaving lessons for us to follow
It’s possible, she would say
That we could all work like rainbows
That we all could work together
And finally find that pot of gold

It’s empty now
No treat in sight
But their colorful stains remain
Remnants of a life that lived
Transparent memories of what used to be
It’s never easy, to say goodbye
Wiping lemon tear drops from my eyes
But now she rests
In a strawberry chest
Chasing rainbows all year round

I bought a bag of skittles
Just like she had done before
Letting the memories fill the dish
So it isn’t so transparent anymore